Sizzling taste of Argentina

Tango has suffered many a cheesy showbiz crime committed in its name since it escaped from the brothels of Buenos Aires. So it's a joy to report that Tango Fire is a sizzling, sensual taste of the real thing, direct from Argentina.

Stripped back to basics, with five pairs of dancers locked in telepathic rhythm with mesmerising band Quatrotango, Tango Fire thankfully eschews glitz and gloss in favour of passionate outbreaks of hardedged dance, tango's trademark flick-knife legs slashing the air with lethal precision.

Each duet is a mini-drama of its own, sexual electricity crackling at the arch of an eyebrow, exploding at the twitch of a hip. Turning the genteel confines of Sloane Square's Cadogan Hall into a sea of writhing libido takes some doing, but Tango Fire pulls it off.

Estamapas Portenas: Tango Fire